Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3645

Chapter 3645 Existence! IV

To have a local when entering a new place.

These were Noah's thoughts as he had this body take on the majority of the weavings of the True Source of the Singed and prepared to have this Source pulled into this place and locked down there if need be, as the Great Beyonder uttered.

Because under the umbrella of the Absolute Complex True Source that was the Wheel of Existence, Noah felt that even a sliver of the True Source of Existence would be enough, and he had all of it.

The True Source of Existence- something he had only just begun to grasp. Jumping from a Pathway straight into a True Source, or exerting its brilliance on Matter, Dark Matter, and Anti-Matter was just the tip of the iceberg.

It had even allowed him to begin thinking of the final Source he would design for his True Source Atlas of Existence- one that would encompass all three states of existence!

So, while the True Source of the Singed neared the musings of the Infinite Ravines, the True Source of Existence...

"Oh?"

The body of Noah, burning with the white-gold flames of the Singed, turned and gazed toward a certain direction extremely far from where he stood.

There...

"Found you."

A Dead Thing had been discovered.

The game of hide-and-seek was ending.

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In the Prime Frequency of the Abyss.

There were many Prime Frequencies out there, but this one held the fewest number of existences by a staggering margin.

It didn't have countless quintillions of beings stretched across the Megalos and Expanse.

No Pantheons, Omniverses, or Dreadlands bursting with life.

Across the entire Prime Frequency of the Abyss, there were approximately 10,000 entities.

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Each one a was unique being that had managed to survive and thrive in an environment defined by manic, desolate weavings of existence. All 10,000 were Pioneers of Existence or Source Complexity entities.

In this place, vibrations of existence shredded perception and sanity. Reality bent and twisted, drifting outside of linear time and Euclidean space.

Violet-dark strings of existence threaded with spinning spikes stretched across vast, unfathomable regions. Some of these maddening strings clustered into massive structures that embodied both horror and wonder.

Simply existing here, standing still, could unravel, bend, or deform your very being unless your Source or Pathway protected you.

And if your existence could protect you, something strange would begin to happen.

Echoes.

Echoes of your own existence would glimmer in and out of space and time- phantom versions of yourself flickering with possible futures and probable pasts.

Echoes of Existence.

They were a reminder of just how terrifying and powerfully unique this frequency was. Aside from Hell Terra Firma, no other frequency matched its blend of isolation and complexity.

At this moment.

Upon a massive, naturally formed structure known by locals as the Spiral Dissonant Lexicon.

A winding staircase-like monument that extended across the Megalos and into the Expanse, looping endlessly, stretching from the top to the very bottom of the Prime Frequency of the Abyss…

Entirely violet in color, pulsing with tendrils of Entropy, Chaos, and Destruction.

Bob sat on one of its stairs- stairs that alone extended for light-years.

And as he sat, two Echoes of Bob manifested- violet, illusory versions of himself standing, flying, or moving elsewhere.

Every few seconds, more Echoes appeared in different positions, showing him taking other possible actions.

This happened to every entity who survived the unraveling weavings of this frequency.

Bob's bold figure overlooked storming violet-black weavings of existence, the air tinged with violet lightning and flames that coasted across light-years.